The temperature in Yunqiao Village has already approached below zero, and Imperial City can only be colder. Fortunately, the heating here started early, so as long as you don't go out, it's quite comfortable inside the room.
But it's just too dry.
After finishing his usual exercise, Lun Chuan got up only to feel that his throat and nose were breathing in dry, parched air. But he has been used to the heating for several years now, so why does it feel especially sharp this year?
No choice, he had to have someone deliver another humidifier.
However, the drop in temperature also has its perks; that is, the flowers on the terrace don't need too much care anymore. Apart from a few camellia plants that are striving to burgeon their buds, and several chrysanthemums whose leaves have yellowed but flowers have not yet wilted.
The rest, either like roses left with sparse leaves, or like hydrangeas and the like, are left with nothing but bald, trimmed stems.
